One clandestine principle to funkify:
neighborhood intuition works fine
when you wiggle your swank
sophistication in the face of Northern
elitists migrating south for sun.
There’s nothing too stereotypical to begin the day with.
There’s nothing too sedentary for you to stare through.
There’s nothing too predominantly driven into an asphalt Plath,
until the deck of your imagination gets covered
in the bullshit that you call genius poetry.
Don't ask me, but if you think the world
is gonna love you more than I do right now,
you're gonna be one miserable bastard,
as lonely as the shadow that you gave birth to.
But look on the bright side:
you've got all these fawning
imaginary friends you've never met
telling you how much they adore your words
while you don’t have a clue what anyone’s motives are.
Nothing I know is due to my sycophantic arrest.
Anything I once knew has got to be mischievously ill-gotten.
Everything I thought I knew used to be what you wanted,
but your subterranean gown started clinging too tightly
around your slim waist as you waltzed away to
your own silent music…
…as I waved farewell through the window of my
’69 Fairlane station wagon to my fair weathered friend
who never meant to understood one word I ever wrote.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
Are there any options left when one has shunned or become he or she who shuns? Sometimes it's just not worth waiting to find out that what we think we know we are, is really what we are not. time for a nap and some new pictures...
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jumpin jahosaphat!
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Fantastically insane!
Love it
Poesy
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wonderful poem.. i notice you and
silverfish seem to speak the same language
no wonder i appreciate you both so much.
fairweather fairlane.. love the sounds and the hidden meanings.. mostly love that you posted a link to your book.. that is exciting! Congratulations ed.
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let's do it in the middle of the road . . . or, if you were a damselfish i'd spawn like a sturgeon in the backseat of that fjord wagon. that's for you in general as a poet. in this poem: i understand (as well as a phish can, not having feet) what you are driving at ... i would only add as you diverge from this particular lane try not to burn the bridges along the way. -convergencephish
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Mr. Fish ~ thanks for the subtle advise and the epic play on sturgeonary commentary. the only thing i'm driving at is away from what I see in my rearview mirror. i didn't come here and stay this long to burn bridges or break handrails. i just came for the inspired conversation and the occasional smile. I gotta find some of those Hetty Log Heads - that'll make me happy.
hey check this out - you should be the first fish to know -
https://www.createspace.com/3355311
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